How many men does it take to plug in a fan…

So what’s happening here…is Captain Obvious was having a hot flash. Or something. And started whining about needing a fan. One specific fan. There are two other fans in the gym. But he needed this one specific fan that has to be plugged into the outlet…wayyyyyy up yonder.

Which is really solid outlet placement. I have to assume the electrician who installed that was just pissed off at the world that day. I have a similar outlet halfway up the outside of my house. No idea what I’m supposed to do with it, but I now know who not to call if I need to access it.

What followed was documented. But for liability purposes, I will attempt to protect the identity of those involved.

I would like to note that the one wearing the corrective shoes is a firefighter. Presumably a trained firefighter. But there was so much whining and whimpering and near-death that I question the veracity of that training.

So here we go.

Attempt 1:

Apparently, this is “how we did it before.” Also apparently, one of these two shrunk. My money’s on the top one. Because the bottom one is wearing those corrective shoes that add several inches to your old man height.

Attempt 2:

There were moments. Where voices of reason (read female voices) offered up solutions. Such as stacking the boxes we use for box jumps. But obviously these stacked tires will offer sufficient stability. You just need someone to hold them.

I like to call the first one, “Why does my back hurt all the time?” and the second one “Why doesn’t my brain work right?”

Attempt 3:

Sure. You couldn’t reach when standing on his shoulders, but your massive height will obviously help boost him from a wall sit.

It did not.

Attempt 4:

Finally, someone decided to heed the female voice of reason.

And it worked.

This entire process used up half of the workout.

I will PAY someone to unplug that plug again.